Anne Lyken-Garner, Welcome on our live talk show. You are the author of many books, tell us a little bit about yourself please, and also tell us when you started writing?
Anne Lyken-Garner I started (properly) writing in 2005. I'm a freelance writer, editor and blogger.
Shah Sight Thanks. We would love to know about Sunday's Child in this interview. Can you tell us a little about the title of this book, before we talk about the book itself, why did you name it Sunday's Child? What is behind this title?
Anne Lyken-Garner The name Sunday's Child was initially a mistake. I thought the poem 'Sumday's Child' said 'Sunday's Child was full of woe'. However, once I'd written the book, I realised I didn't want it to be about that. I wanted it to be inspirational and uplifting. It was around the same time I found out that the poem actually says, 'Sunday's Child is full of grace'. It was a pleasant mistake and I left the name at that.
Shah Sight Now tell us, Anne, what is this book about please?
Sunday's Child is an inspirational memoir. It's the true story of a little girl (me) struggling to rise above appalling living conditions, poverty, violence and abuse. However, Sunday's Child is not a sob story. It's motivating and is successful in showing that a person doesn't have to be the product of their past. It shows that you can choose to rise above anything. It also has funny scenes played out in the food lines, where I learned a lot of my life's lessons as a child.
Shah Sight We would love you to read a few lines of the book for us please, as much as we get a sense of your writing and of course enjoy a little bit of your book?
This is an excerpt I read on a recent radio interview I did. Please note it was on my blog and was posted there before the publishers edited it. Also: you can read 3 chapters of Sunday's Child free - from my blog at http://getconfidence.net/. Here's the excerpt. It's about standing in line for 2 packages of food stuff: It was by accident that I learned about how dead people vote.
You see, we were in one of the food lines today. Theresa and I were lining up at Wrefords – or I think you have to call it Guyana Stores now - for split peas and cooking oil. We hoped that they didn’t run out of them before we got to the top of the line, like they did last two times we were here. There were a couple of guys in front of us talking politics. They didn’t sound like they knew much, but everyone talks politics these days. Everyone seems to be an expert. It seems like everywhere you go, there’re people whispering about The Comrade and the P.N.C. I hate politics talk because all you hear is, “Ah hear this,” and “Ah hear that.”
There was this young man behind us, who had a small, transistor radio. I could hear ‘The Mighty Sparrow,’ one of those Caribbean Calypsonians, singing that song about how you have to beat your wife everyday to make her love you. And just when he has you thinking, What kind of song is that? he says, “. . . Then she’ll leave you eternally.”
It made you realise that ‘The Mighty Sparrow’ was very clever, and that he wrote a very smart song, which used sarcasm to give you a very important message. Maureen, our English teacher, is doing satire and sarcasm with us. I must remember to cite him next time she asks for an example.
“And yuh know wot? Ah hear that they rigged the elections the last time,” the tall man with the green bag said. He was one of the men standing in front of Theresa and me, in the food line.
The one standing next to him was shorter. He was wearing one of those ‘Puma’ jeans that were so popular. I would love a pair of those – just one pair.
“Ah ain’t votin’ this time. Is waste of time, anyway. I hear that they go to the burial grounds and copy all the names off the headstones, write dem down on the votin’ list, and then mek them vote P.N.C.” Puma jeans replied.
I wondered why ‘they’ had to go off to the burial ground to get the names of dead people. Couldn’t ‘they’ get them an easier way?
“Yuh know that red stuff ‘they’ put on yuh finger when yuh done voting?” Green bag continued. “Well, I hear that some o’ the P.N.C people go home, dunk they finger in bleach and then go back to vote as someone else.”
“But ‘they’ gat everyone name wrote down on the list. How can dat happen?” Puma jeans wanted to know.
“Ah doan know for sure,” Green bag confessed. “But ah sure ‘they’ find a way, mon.”
“Alright! We jammin.” Bob Marley told us on the radio.
“I wanna jam it with you.
We jammin’ . . . jammin’ . . .
And I hope you like jammin’ too
Ain’t no rules, ain’t no vows, we could do it anyhow . . .”
“. . . Ah doan know, pardner. This country getting from bad to worse,” Puma jeans continued.
“Last night, me old girl had a party for she sister, right, and in the middle of cuttin’ the cake...”
“Black out,” they both chorused, laughing like they had just heard a particularly good joke.
“Yeah mon, I tell yuh . . .” Puma jeans began, but a surge of people came back unto us and knocked radio boy’s radio off his shoulder.
“Oye!” he shouted.
When you’re queued up in these food lines (and some people come every day, so they know all the ins and outs of lining-up-success) you have to push as hard as you can, against the person in front of you, so that the entire line is literally joined up together. If you didn’t do this, you were in danger of allowing a ‘poker’ to squeeze himself/herself in front of you.
Most of these ‘pokers’ work in shifts, so Mummy ‘poker’ would start the four a.m shift, get her stuff when the store finally opens, hide it in a bag or in her frock and stand around to wait for a sign of daylight between any two people in the line. Finding this tiny space, Mummy ‘poker’ would then plant herself in. In comes Big Brother ‘poker.’ He would then take Mummy ‘poker’s stolen space in the line, go up and get the two bags of food stuff, be it split peas, flour, oil, or whatever. Brother ‘poker’ would then hide his ration of whatever it was that was being sold that day, and do the same as Mummy did. They would continue this until all of the goods were gone. Obviously, these people have large families to feed, but it was still not fair.
Ahead in the line, someone had caught a ‘poker’ trying to edge in. They pushed forward to stop Miss or Mr. Poker, and the whole line of people went into the barrier at the front of the queue. Our science teacher told us that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction; hence the whole line came back unto us.
“Oye!” Puma jeans shouted. “You trampling people back here! He turned back and asked me, “You alright child?”
“Yes, Mister,” I said.
“Yuh know dat dispute wid Venezuela,” Green bag said, as if nothing had happened. He was obviously reminded of this because of the Calypso playing now on the radio. “Calysponians take political issues and turn them into lyrics for songs,” our music teacher had told us. Ours was the only high school in Berbice, which taught steel pan music. We had a band room with a set of steel pans. I liked playing base because you had to stand in the middle of four big pans, and manage your way around, to play them all at the same time. It was cool, and made you feel very talented – even if you weren’t.
“Ah hear that the reason Venezuela want that bit of Guyana is coz they want Mount Roraima,” Green bag continued. “That is we biggest mountain, and they want to tek it ‘way. Is like they want to leave us wid nothing.”
“…Not one Blue Sakie
Not one rice grain
Not one Curass
Not a blade o’ grass…”
Sang the Calypsonian, and Green bag sang along with him.
“Not a blade of Grass,” was Guyana’s slogan and response to the Venezuelan threat of taking a piece of Guyana. The Comrade Leader ended some of his radio broadcasts these days with, “Tell Venezuela, Not a blade of grass!”
My friend and I think that since Venezuela was right on the border, if they desperately wanted a blade of grass, they could just walk over and pick it.
Yes, I know, we’ve already been told, “That attitude is not very patriotic.”
Theresa and I got up to the top of the line and got a small bag of split peas, and a quarter pint of cooking oil in the little bottle that we had brought with us. The oil was a bit cloudy, and Theresa said so. The woman behind the barrier said we should be thankful because, “Dis young man behind you, ain’t gettin’ none! Oil finished, and we only got four bags of peas left.”
As we were leaving, “Electric Avenue” by Eddy Grant was playing on the radio. It reminded me of something Christopher had told me when he was here. He said that if all the rich and famous Guyanese like Eddy Grant lived in Guyana, spent their money here, and employed people, that it would probably give more of us Guyanese a chance to become rich and famous ourselves.
“We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue . . .”
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Shah Sight Thanks, you have many other books, are they all non-fiction, or they are in other genres as well?
Anne Lyken-Garner Yes, Shah. They're all non-fiction. I just signed another contract with a health publisher to publish a brand new health programme I've created about how to lose weight without dieting (second edition). I'd previously self-published this one. I've also written two other non-fiction books - How to Raise Kids to be Responsible Adults, and How To Spend Less. At the moment I'm also working on the follow-up to Sunday's Child.
Shah Sight Thanks. Do you want to tell us a little bit about the follow-up book, where does this book begin please, and what would be the title this one, of course?
Anne Lyken-Garner Thanks, Shah. The follow-up begins right where Sunday's Child left off. Sunday's Child is expressed as a child - from a child's perspective. This new book will continue that, but as I'm about 15 when it starts, the expressions will be of an older child. It tells of what happens when I've left my abuser and how I try to make life work on the other side.
Shah Sight Anne, while we are so sorry for what you have been through, we would love you to describe one part of your book in your own words? What was it like for you?
The parts where I wrote about the actual beatings were pretty hard to describe. I had to re-live them to write about them and as you can imagine, I was pretty upset. As you know, writers have to go over their books several times while writing and editing. The surprising thing is that while it was difficult, it was also healing in a strange sort of way. I suppose re-visiting your pains can sometimes help you heal them. This is why it was so important for me to balance the hard times with humour.
Shah Sight Anne, thank you so much for being our guest today, do you have a message for us at the end of this interview, please?
Thank you, Shah. I really do appreciate you accommodating me. My only message is that I wrote Sunday's Child to encourage the people like me who may feel trapped by their past and the limits put upon them by someone bigger, stronger or older - whomever it may have been. This book shows you can free yourself. Please visit my confidence blog to read lots of 'How To Build Confidence' articles. I also have a page dedicated to Sunday's Child. You can find links to my other blog (with the excerpts). You can also find links to my publisher's site to buy the book and read 3 chapters for free.http://getconfidence.net/annes-memoir/ Thanks once again, Shah.
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